The streets of London are teaming with millions of intellectual peasants. The line in Starbucks was extra slow as they stood in line clutching drooping union jack flags and ordering Frappacino's. Only the part of you that wants and deserves to die would order a drink like that. I have not turned the TV on, I don't watch TV anyway but nothing would make me put it on today. Well nothing short of a 9/11 scenario anyway.
I do not have a lot of time for notions of romantic love. Its seems to be to be a kind of emotional fossil fuel. Expensive, unsustainable and detrimental to the (mental) enviroment.
The Course In Miracles says that romantic love and special relationships are the Ego's biggest gun. Love everyone as God loves them. Unconditionally.